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ONE EVEN, THE OTHER OUT. Just as the numbers were hoisted after the third race, a tall, thin man stopped and picked up a roll of bills on the floor of the betting ring. The roll contained 00 and, after the finder of it had counted the money, he put it in his pocket, with the remark to some bystanders: "This is good enough for me. I bet 00 on Roseben and now me for the trolley cars." He left the track so fast that a game of checkers could have been played on his coat tails. A few minutes later the man who lost the money was running around the ring like a chicken with no head. "I cashed a bet on Glorifier for a woman in the grandstand, two hundred bucks, and Ive lost it. Shes hollerin murder and if I dont find It Ill get pinched." A sudden inclination to scoot out of the place made the unfortunate fellow go so fast that he must have caught the trolley car that bore the finder of the coin away from the scene of slaughter. — New York Sun.
